| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: warmed them both, but she was compelled to live without touching her
cavalier, otherwise than with her eyes. Thus occupied, Marie
d'Annebaut was fortified at every point against the gallants of the
Court, for there are no bounds so impassable as those of love, and no
better guardian; it is like the devil, he whom it has in its clutches
it surrounds with flames. One evening, Lavalliere having escorted his
friend's wife to a dance given by Queen Catherine, he danced with the
fair Limeuil, with whom he was madly in love. At that time the knights
carried on their amours bravely two by two, and even in troops. Now
all the ladies were jealous of La Limeuil, who at that time was
thinking of yielding to the handsome Lavalliere. Before taking their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: about him. He had slept out of sight of Oceaxe. He was anxious to
learn if she were still on the spot, but before going to ascertain he
made up his mind to bathe in the river.
It was a glorious morning. The hot white sun already began to glare,
but its heat was tempered by a strong wind, which whistled through
the trees. A host of fantastic clouds filled the sky. They looked
like animals, and were always changing shape. The ground, as well as
the leaves and branches of the forest trees, still held traces of
heavy dew or rain during the night. A poignantly sweet smell of
nature entered his nostrils. His pain was quiescent, and his spirits
were high.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: 'Quite!' said Clifford. 'But we've preserved it. Except for us it would
go...it would be gone already, like the rest of the forest. One must
preserve some of the old England!'
'Must one?' said Connie. 'If it has to be preserved, and preserved
against the new England? It's sad, I know.'
'If some of the old England isn't preserved, there'll be no England at
all,' said Clifford. 'And we who have this kind of property, and the
feeling for it, must preserve it.'
There was a sad pause. 'Yes, for a little while,' said Connie.
'For a little while! It's all we can do. We can only do our bit. I feel
every man of my family has done his bit here, since we've had the
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
